A surge in my veins
Throbbing temples
Burning sensation
Of rising resentment
Helpless, I see
Men in power be
Reckless, remorseless
Stirring uprisings
Where anger is
Directed to fellows
Without folly, sans flaw
So, fingers do not point,
To merchants of war!
Hidden, unspoken
Behind a facade
Of the daily grind
Chores to keep the mind
Away from the surge
Of emotions unheard.
Latent they lay
Waiting for the day
To capture their prey
Rip apart the semblance
Of holding it together
Stronger they grow
The more you ignore!
I wrote this before 2019 – a different context & mood – when we did not know about a pandemic waiting to be unleashed. Macabre, how true these lines are today, as we battle second wave of Covid19 in our country.
I see darkness
Bloom from within
Sprouting like deadly fungi
Asphyxiating our breath
Killing our senses
With neon doses of despair
I see the blossom
In your hair wither
From morn to dusk
The petals are now
Brown as twilight
In the evening train
Back from work
They run through
The sunlit grove
Summer in their hair
Sweat clinging to strands
Sun-kissed now
Sunburnt at dusk
It bothers not much
For childhood is about
Fruit orchards
Yellow fields
An amusing prank here
A scraped knee there
Making memories
Before the sun sets!
Blue Pen Strokes 